The walls still remains..

As i was passing by through the corridor..

i spotted a place i used to hide..

during some childhood play..

the house where i evolved has certainly changed..

the windows the doors.. the curtains.. the case..

what the making witnessed have all been replaced..

change is the necessity and believe me i agree..

but sometimes what i adored gets altered with what they call better..

i know it might be important but though my heart doesnot find any reason..

getting back to those older days is certainly not reasonable..

paints and pictures, carpets and glasses..

all showing the brilliance of life..

don't know if my adoration for fades and rugs..

associated with some ancient memories have any relivance..

the sculptures carved with perfection are dominating the area..

though imperfect clay dolls what i tried..

when the world was not complex..

would dominate my sunny moments..

the world around has surely changed.. probably for the better..

and it does matter..

the paintings, the glasses.. the mirror the enamel..

all have changed..

but surely the wall still remains..!!